This week, I think I’ll recommend the very thing I’m writing this note on. No, not my sofa (although you’re all welcome to come and try it out), not even my poor ancient 1st generation iPhone. Nope, my big up this week is for the WordPress iPhone app. It’s just so handy to be ableContinue reading “Pick of the week II”
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Anyone who knows me at all will at some point have had to put up with me going on about how fabulous my dear husband is. But I would now like to address two specific qualities of his. First of all, he is one of the few, the rare few, the happy few, dare IContinue reading “Oh Potter!”
Who researches the researchers?
It’s happened again. I shouldn’t even notice by now, I should just take a deep breath and accept it. But I can’t. It just gets to me. I had another attack of foot-in-mouth disease. And at the doctor’s as well, o irony most foul. As we were chatting away, he asked me if my husbandContinue reading “Who researches the researchers?”
Any old iron!
Wendi Aarons’ famous rant about the Always slogan “have a happy period” is now one of those bits of Internet culture that are so well known they make Those Who Know groan and moan if some poor unsuspecting Net Newbie sends them on in an email. “Duh, like, that’s sooo 2007!” But that slogan, asContinue reading “Any old iron!”
No Bucket Whatsoever.
The first time I met Emma Kennedy, she fell over onto a bucket and ended up covered in pee. That was in the first few pages of a book suitably entitled The Tent, The Bucket and Me, about her childhood memories of her parents’ catastrophic attempts at holidaymanship, and it made me laugh, cringe andContinue reading “No Bucket Whatsoever.”
Pick of the week
So hey, here’s a thought: how about (in a desperate attempt to provide some interesting content for this blog), once a week, I pick some of the best things I’ve seen on the web (or off the web, does that still exist?) and post them up here for all (!) to see? How does thatContinue reading “Pick of the week”
“Morning lovelies!” Jacqui greets me with a jolly wave. Stephanie is up and getting ready for school, she has hockey today, I hope her recently-injured shoulder will be ok. Damo is still a bit grumpy from lack of sleep, his daughter lost her Eeyore at Tesco’s and has been inconsolable ever since, poor thing. EmilyContinue reading “Twitter-on-Sea”
About 5 years ago now, I started a blog. A blog in French. Because I was in France, living among the frogs like a very small wolf in a green wetsuit, trying to blend in. So most of the people I knew were French, and since they were the only ones who could be guilted/pressured/blackmailed into reading my drivel, in French it was.